Living On The Inside Looking Out
PRISONERS "We want them to be SELF-WORTHY.... So we take or DESTROY what they have of VALUE.
Chapter 14 "Wake up, Tyrone! It's time for breakfast!", Helena shouted as she nudged her head through the crack of the door while holding her Barbie doll. She stared at her brother for a moment, then slowly back out and walked down the stairs. Big Shorty roused himself out of bed, still feeling the sensation of the throbbing pain from his fresh tattoo. "I'm still high and sure is hungry", cut into his thoughts as he sat on his bed and stretched his arms and legs.
Chapter 12 Big Shorty noticed the cell phone that he had gotten through a trade with a crackhead. It was still on his dresser, in the same spot next to the bags he had used to bag up his product. He stared at the phone and the baggies on his dresser, he wasn't about to let the lightest remembrance of hustling perish. He noticed that he was smelling like his grandpa's expensive cologne. He liked the smell and thought it accentuated his neatly ironed khakis and crisp white cotton shirt.
Chapter 13 The smell of fried chicken came from Jello's townhouse as Jello sniffed the air. "I came to get that tatted on my back", Big Shorty said as he pointed at Dinky-G's back. "Where did you find Big Shorty?", asked Jello. He looked over to Big Shorty and continued, "I thought you was an old fashioned house arrest." They all stepped inside Jello's house and heard Jay-Z's "Big Pimpin" blaring out over the sound system. Nina, Jello's in-house coochie, was frying chicken and puffing a blunt. She was wearing nothing but panties and a t-shirt. Jello walked up to Nina, who was standing over the stove, and sucked on her finger like it was a rib tip.
Chapter 11 Big Shorty went to his room to grab enough clothes for the weekend from his closet. He placed the gear neatly into his overnight bag, then shuffled through a few c.d.'s that were on his night stand. After finding what he wanted and stowing them in his overnight bag, he went and stood next to the front door. Waiting for his grandfather to come. "The first thing I want to do is get something to eat", said his grandpa while he was digging in his pockets for his keys. "I'm starved", his grandpa declared as he put a hand on Big Shorty's back, directing him down the stairs. "We'll stop by Maxwell's to get a few polishes", he added.
Chapter 10 For the third time in five minutes, a sexy older girl named Lucinda grimaced at Big Shorty. She wore a black halter top and was leaning on the seat in front of hers. Big Shorty could see the outline of her hard nipples as the bumpy ride made her breasts sway from side to side. She had sepia eyes and smooth chocolate skin. He also noticed that he could smell her perfume that was strong, yet subtle, even though she sat in the seat across from his. Big Shorty's hormones began to rage as everything about her turned him on.
United States of America
It has been an open Pandora's box for gross staff abuse of prisoner's rights. Prison employees file false disciplinary charges against inmates in retaliation for inmates writing complaints. The legal argument is aimed at improper prison conditions of an over 100 year old prison and their racist authority toward African Americans. I decided to do a little more about my situation than the average prisoner in my situation. First of all, take a look at the commissary, commissary staff made jokes with several inmate workers. Saying things like, "How much do you think we could sell the pre-cooked chicken for?" Dollar amount was speculated among staff and inmates, like a business deal in hope of high profit. Don't hesitate to seek an audit of funds and prices on the commissary for embezzlement of money. This 100 and eight year old institution has no in-cell air quality and isn't applicable to federal, state, or local building codes. There is no medical emergency buttons inside the cells, nor does the fire sparkler system work inside the inmates cells. This constitutes serious life safety threats to the occupants of the over-crowded facility. The education department doesn't offer any academic, vocational training or pre-release programs. Let alone any heat for the winter months unless it happens to be during the couple of days the Reginal Director visits. These methods in the education department have been going on for several years here. The visiting rooms don't have sufficient space to provide our loved ones with a comfortable visit. Our visitors are shoulder-to-shoulder "Adjacent", crammed tight! The inmates are packed shoulder-to-shoulder, leaving no privacy to talk with our loved ones, one has to talk over talk the entire visiting area to be heard. It's like having a big hostile group discussion. To make matters worse and very unpleasant about being adjacent, shoulder-to-shoulder with another inmate is the fact that an inmate could engage in a secretly uncontrollable sexual manner with your children and loved ones in a perverted way. This draws a lot of tension during the whole visit and discourages our loved ones from ever returning. The federal regulation and policy that governs the mail has been violated. Under 18 1701, 1702, 1703, which states that whoever improperly detains, delays with design to obstruct the correspondence or destroys the same shall be fined or imprisoned not more than five years, or both. A search warrant needs to be issued to the mailroom staff because the inmate population has inmates missing pictures, letters, postal cards, money orders, newspapers, and other miscellaneous things that are authorized by the B.O.P., even when unauthorized property is mailed to an inmate it is not properly handled by B.O.P. standards. This one white racist officer that works on B-Lower, heavy-set with a baseball cap works on the midnights, saw an African American on a visiting picture with a white woman, the African American inmate attempted to mail the photo to his Fiance to obain copies. The picture never made it to her but the letter did. This officer disposed or stole the piture out of racism. The administrative remedy program coordinator is a waste of tax payers dollars because he fails to operate properly. On most cases he secretly disposes or denies receiving our complaints that have validity. There's asbestos throughout the whole institution, especially in the living areas. It's visible on the interior and exterior of the housing units smeared on the windows, including the floor. This federal institution is a medium security facility but they don't allow "night yard" like the rest of the medium security facilities. There shouldn't be any favoritism between medium security facilities. If one works during the 7:00AM-3:00PM shift, there's no outside recreation for the working individuals. Please contact B.O.P. concerning "The Second Chance Act". The B.O.P. repeatedly violated the statue plain intent of congress by adhere to the former rules that effectively limited Community Correction to six months. B.O.P. failed to adopt the common sense position of congress, that in general, more time in the community transition programs increase the fiscal and individual benefits of employment, family reunification, and less stringent custody. This would also help tax payers because inmates pay 25% of his/her employment check. The B.O.P. raise frivolous claims to stop inmates, only to be struck down by federal courts, and ruling in the inmates favor which cost tax payers for legal fees. The counselors procrastinate on putting inmates family on their visiting list. Case managers don't give phone calls on holidays to needy inmates. There's this one prison official that makes sexual advances towards the inmates, goes by the name Forslof. The Unicor payscale needs to be revisited due to it not being revised since the mid 80's. Don't hesitate to contact the warden or the regional director and look into these serious matters. Thank you for your time and help in advance, keep your head up!
Chapter 9 Big Shorty moped, "I don't want to ride on an ugly yellow retarded looking school bus!" That's when his grandpa squinted down at Big Shorty, then back up at the gang signs that marked the hallway and said, "You do now or you can't live with your grandmother." Mr. Monday pulled up his sleeves to check his watch again as he said, "I will take him to class." His grandpa let out an exasperated sigh and threw up his hands. "Be good, Tyrone", his grandpa reminded him. With that, his grandpa waved goodbye, then turned and walked out the office. "Bye, grandpa", Big Shorty called after him.